The Bad Boy's Gang

Chapter Seven - Bruised and Tattered

Chapter Seven – Bruised and Tattered

The sleepover was amazing. Maddox stayed true to his promise, and all of us girls woke up in one of their arms. I cannot tell you how happy and excited I was to be lying in his arms when I woke. He had wrapped a blanket securely around the both of us before he fell asleep. His arms were still wrapped around me when I woke up, and most importantly, I got to see the bad boy looking extremely innocent while he slept.

I tend to be the first riser at sleepovers, it was 10am when I woke and everyone else was still heavily asleep. I had laid there watching Maddox sleep, his usually smirking face was calm, his breathing was soft, and his cheeks had a light pink tinge to it. I remember tracing my finger along his face, from his eyebrows, to his eyes, nose, his prominent cheek bones, and of course those full pink lips.

He had stirred a few times, blowing out frustrated breaths as I continued to rattle his sleep, which made me giggle with delight.

I had gotten so bored, that I had continued this over and over again till he woke. Lightly fluttering his eyes open, showing me his beautiful hazel eyes. The minute his eyes adjusted to the face in front of him, a full blown smile crossed his face, with a husky a quiet ‘good morning’ that made my heart flutter and a grin spread across my face.

Maddox and I stayed in each other’s embrace for another hour, whispering to each other, tracing our fingers innocently on our exposed skin. It was literally the best morning I had ever had.

Maddox and I decided we would make breakfast for everyone. We had made an array of flavoured pancakes, bacon, eggs and toast.

We woke every one up just after 12pm. We indulged the food, spent some time together and went our separate ways just after 3pm.

The boys stating they needed to do gang related activities and us girls, needing to complete homework for the next day.

It is now Wednesday and we haven’t heard a peep from the boys since Sunday. They haven’t come to school, nor responded to our texts. We had hit town and decided to see if we could spot any black ‘American Reaper’ jackets, but nothing. It was like they literally disappeared into thin air.

Knowing that you are involved with boys who are a part of a gang, who have recently been threatened, sends you into overdrive. I miss him, and I can only hope he is okay.

My parents had called when I got home after school today, stating they will be coming down next week to spend the weekend with me. You would think that I would be so excited, and that I would be jumping for joy.

But I wasn’t they were never here, it’s not like they were out fighting some war, if they were, I would be the happiest kid on earth hearing they were returning home, but no.

They are just battling court cases around the world, and don’t get me wrong, I know they send bad people away for doing wrong, but these cases are taking my parents away from me.

After a while, you get used to them not being around. 

I mean, I love spending time with my parents when they bother to care about me. Yes, I know you must be sitting thinking, ‘she is slightly ungrateful, at least she has a roof over her head, and her parents supply her with money’, but that isn’t what I need.

Yes having these things is great, I am forever grateful that my parents are able to support me financially, but no child should be deprived of their parents love.

I miss them like crazy, but I don’t think I will ever be happy with just a visit. The day my parents decide to stay for good, I will start crying of happiness and be bouncing off the walls, but for now, no happiness.